Well, there was a little faulter at the aulter of confession
Down on it's knees true did fall
31 days and sleepless night, she woke up to end it all
With I love in fresh tattoo right acrossed his chest
She tore her name right off his heart
Heres to bein blessed

Oh love oh love you fickle thing
Such pretty word and golden rings
It was a broken dream right from the start
Bless their torchered tangled hearts

-Dixie Chicks


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